Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Austria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.